Chapter 368
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The Realm of Devils was located in the Nursery Forest near the capital.
"In the end, the emissary group became a tourist group?"
Josiah rode his horse through the forest. When Josiah turned around, he saw a convoy of four carriages.
The last two carriages carried gifts from the Falosi King to the Realm of Devils. But most of them were luxury items like precious paintings and gems. A small portion of them were precious and practical magic items.
The first two carriages carried the emissary group. There were eight people in total. Only four of them were professional diplomats from the Falosi Kingdom. The other four were noble ladies who were lucky enough to win a one-day trip to the capital of the Realm of Devils.
"Your Highness, you don't look very happy."
Zenas relied on his own pace to catch up with Josiah. Josiah sighed the whole time he returned to his hometown.
"Don't you want those human women to go to the capital?"
"Of course I hope that there will be humans coming to the Realm of Devils with 'anticipation'. But the current Realm of Devils can't satisfy those young ladies' expectations."
Josiah actually agreed with General Lockmond. Zenas was only a rare exception among the sinful demons.
After all, most of the demons in the Realm of Devils were hostile to humans …
"I can guarantee the safety of these humans, but I haven't figured out how to convince the sinful demons in the capital … Ugh, I'll let these girls do whatever they want." Josiah paused and glanced at Zenas beside him.
A little girl was sleeping soundly on the shoulder of this sinful demon. Josiah didn't know where this girl came from or how she fell asleep in this position.
But Josiah didn't interfere with Zenas's decision.
"I've been busy changing the humans' view of the demons, but they still have prejudice against humans."
"Your Highness Josiah, please let me convince them," Zenas suddenly said.
"You can convince your people?" Josiah searched the memory of the third prince and found that this sinful demon had been following the third prince for as long as he could remember.
This position had been personally appointed by Nottelain.
"A few decades ago, I fought alongside His Majesty Notlaine against the human invasion at the border fortress. When I returned to the royal city, I was hailed as a hero by my people." Zenas' voice was emotionless as he spoke.
There was neither pride nor excitement on his face. He was extremely calm.
"This is the first time I've heard of it."
Josiah didn't expect the normally dull Zenas to have such a legendary experience. Josiah had always thought that his personal bodyguard was just an ordinary character, but it seemed like he was actually a legendary character.
"It's not something worth mentioning," Zenas replied.
"The way you treat humans doesn't seem like a demon who has fought with humans before." Josiah glanced at the little girl sitting on Zenas' shoulder. She seemed to have woken up.
"Life in the Borderlands is much duller than in Noland." Zenas grinned.
This was the first time Josiah saw an expression called 'cunning' on the face of this simple-minded lion.
However, Josiah couldn't refute Zenas' reason. If you could make humans surround you with joy and worship, what reason do you have to be their enemy?
"Alright, I'll have to trouble you when the girls find wild sinful demons to play with," Josiah said.
… …
General Voss tidied up his belongings and stood at the entrance of the royal city.
Her Highness Cersei agreed to be a member of the delegation to receive the human emissaries at his request.
However, General Voss also paid the price. He was pushed into a large bath by Cersei's subordinates and had his fur washed inside and out!
General Voss, who had been galloping on the battlefield all his life, had never understood the meaning of 'cleanliness'. To him, bathing in human blood was a symbol of honor. The smell of blood was something he was proud of!
But today, the smell of blood that represented honor on his body disappeared along with the foam potion used for cleaning, replaced by a pleasant floral scent.
General Voss couldn't stand the floral scent. It made him smell like a succubus on the corner of the street. But what he couldn't stand was that his armor had been replaced with another set of clothes.
It was a set of clothes made of useless cloth. The chest area was still tight, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
"General Voss, are you satisfied with this set of clothes?"
A vampire under the Fresh Blood Duke's command asked him.
"I'll be satisfied if you can give me another weapon." General Voss didn't even look at the vampire who was half a body shorter than him.
This vampire was called Charlo, and he had the title of Baron. Like the Blood Duke, he was a peacemaker towards humans.
That was why General Voss didn't like these guys.
"Please try to be elegant, General Voss. We have to leave a good impression on the human emissaries who are visiting here," he said.
"Good impression? Don't you vampires see humans as food? What's the use of food on you? "
General Voss sneered mercilessly.
"Please don't confuse us with those lowly beasts. Our race has always respected every female, regardless of her race. Besides, the blood of a human girl is a gift to us, not food!"
Baron Charlotte righteously corrected the sinful karma devil's misconception about his race.
"Hypocrite."
General Voss ignored the vampire's incessant chatter and looked towards the edge of the horizon.
He could vaguely see a convoy there.
Are they here? Humans.
General Voss was ready for battle. He had initially envisioned a convoy of hundreds of powerful human Spell Casters, ready to launch a surprise attack on the capital.
The sinful demon tensed his body, ready for battle at any time.
The human convoy gradually approached the high walls of the capital. General Voss counted the number of carriages. There were only four of them.
Four carriages? At most, there could only be around twenty people. No … I can't let my guard down.
Although General Voss was extremely unwilling to admit it, he had encountered extremely powerful human spellcasters on the battlefield, and even he felt that it would be very difficult to deal with them.
He had no doubt that the humans had a reason to send out their elites for this infiltration mission. Just around twenty of them would be enough to cause heavy damage to the capital.
Finally, the carriages slowly came to a stop at the city gate. Baron Charlo, who was beside General Voss, wanted to welcome them with a face full of smiles, but was blocked by General Voss' giant claws.
General Voss stared closely at the first carriage. When the door opened, a human with a hideous scar on his face stepped out.
General Voss sensed a 'powerful' aura from the human.
So they really sent out their elites?
General Voss stared closely at the three humans who walked out from the back of the carriage. Their auras were pitifully weak, and one of them was an old man with a walking stick.
What's going on? Are they hiding their strength?
General Voss didn't expect the human expeditionary force to be so … weak. Could it be that the real danger was hidden behind them?
He shifted his gaze to the carriage behind, but when the door of the carriage opened and a young lady dressed in luxurious clothes jumped out, the Sinful Demon General's mind was instantly occupied by a large number of questions.
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